
Pure Fiction
I loved him. Not just love him a little bit, but he was my heart. He was the person designed for me, but he didn’t know it. He didn’t know I breath him. I craved him. I was a fool for him. I allowed him in when I knew this wasn’t going to end well. Now I am in love and I can’t turn back. I was unable to turn back although I knew the consequences. Love was toxic. My love was toxic. It never leads to anything good, and I was always the one hurt in the end. But…I loved him. I smelled his scent as I slept. I felt his hands all over my body as I closed my eyes. He had me, but just didn’t know how much. I was all in even if he wasn’t. Maybe he didn’t know or even realized how much I loved him. I needed to show him to save our relationship.
I used my key to unlock his apartment door. It smelled just like him every time I walked into his apartment. The living room smelling of musk and cologne. I inhaled the air and closed my eyes. I just loved being here. I walked into the kitchen and saw that he rushed out of here this morning leaving his uneaten breakfast on the table. I swear this man is always on the go. I picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. A man loves a clean home, and it’s my job to make sure it’s clean. I walked into his bedroom and saw the video equipment. My baby’s trying to get me caught up and film us. Hmmmmmmm. Maybe I can surprise him when he gets home from work.
I pulled out some goodies out of my purse. I’m sorry but I never leave home without a toy or two. A woman with an overactive sex drives sometimes needs a little battery operated assistance throughout the day. I got undressed and hit record on the video camera. I walked over got on the bed and faced the wall. I placed my face on his pillow and stuck my ass in the air in the direction of the camera. I can smell him on the pillow. I was in a trance. I needed him to see this ass was his. I never tried anal, but I knew my baby would make it happen one day. I got up and turned around while holding the pillow in front of my face. I wanted him to pay attention to my body. I lay on my back and placed the pillow on my face so he could focus on my pussy. I opened my legs wide and placed my vibrator on my clit. As it buzzed and touched my clit I started feeling that sensation. The only way I can get through my masturbation sessions is to imagine he’s touching me. So that’s what I did. I imagined my vibrator was him. Running the head of his dick on my clit. Massaging me as I started to get wet. I needed to build this sensation. I started moving my hips so I can feel more of him. I let the vibrator enter me, my pussy was already sensitive. Imagining it’s his dick and not this plastic contraption I moved it in and out, moaning if he was with me.
I needed to cum. I needed this release and I was gonna get it if he was here or not. I pushed the vibrator as deep as it could go, feeling more pain that pleasure. I thrived off sexual pain. I needed to feel completely worked out. As the beads in my vibrator moved and tickled my walls I imagined him going as deep as possible. Now I’m biting the pillow. My hands started moving faster and faster because I can feel it. I can feel the sensation I’ve been looking for. I took both hands and placed it on the base of the vibrator but I couldn’t get it deeper. I needed it to go deeper. I then took my hand and played with my clit. Squeezing it until I felt that good pain. It was coming. It was almost there. Oh Gawd how I wish his tongue was on my pussy right now. That thought alone sent me into orbit. My moans got louder, but because of the pillow over my face I sounded muffled. I started screaming…I removed the vibrator and fluid left my body. I squirted all over his bed. The more I screamed, the more I squirted. I tried to stop it, but it kept coming out. I started playing with my pussy as my fluid spring out my body. Once it starts it takes a while to stop. Finally it was over and I was drained. With the pillow still on my face I turned on my stomach and got up, still facing the wall and went out of view of the camera. I hit the “stop” button of the camera and looked at the bed. It was drenched with all of me. I hope my baby sees how much I really love him, hell he now has evidence to prove it. I walked over to his desk and wrote a little note on his notepad “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me…Enjoy the video. Love you, signed L.” Put on my clothes, got my vibrator and locked the door behind me.
I know when he gets home from work he’s gonna be so surprised. Some people may think I’m a bit unstable when it comes to my love, but who cares. I’m not a stalker. I’m a woman in love with a man that doesn’t know who I am. I’m not crazy. He loves me, but he just doesn’t know it…YET. If I can just make him love me back we can get married and have lots of babies. I’m not crazy. He will fall in love with me one day, I just know it. I just need to get rid of a few baggages…like his wife. The second she’s out of the picture we can be happy. I’m not crazy. I’m just in love even though he doesn’t even know who I am.